HT #2: Our rescue from June has made himself at home. He does not have a bark, it sounds more like an ah-ooga car horn but he is very passionate about it when he chooses to express himself. Which he did about 5:30 a.m. this morning...very loudly. When Tramp gets up, he thinks it's time to play and he thinks everyone else, including myself and Princess Padme, who is getting up in age (along with me), should rise and shine. When he sounded the alarm this morning, the Princess was not ready to arise, proceeded to read him the riot act. Pretty sure there were some curse words in there. All I know is that Lincoln is about twice her size but he decided it was best to yield. Good morning it was! It sure makes me smile when I think of the timid, battered little puppy who came to live with us back in the summer. Love my rescues!
Sure cuts into "our" play time though...lol
~lady~(n Tramp)

